A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 112 The unlucky man’s journey through the barrier

One after another, sharp cries echoed in the small, dark room, and the overlapping echoes gradually added up, making the terrifying and deadly cries louder and louder.

Those pitcher plant-like plants exploded along with the thick red mist, spraying out corrosive red sap, filling the surroundings with a pungent smell. After the room returned to darkness, the people who had already retreated were scattered.

The Devil's Web once again bared its teeth and waved its vine tentacles, entangling its prey passionately and crazily.

"Armor for protection."

Owen recited an iron armor spell to himself in mid-air, blocking the liquid splashed out after the plant exploded. The black devil guard draped on his body also flapped the hem of his cloak, corroding the vines that occasionally attacked until they withered.

Withering Mandrake's cry faintly reached his ears through the enchanted earplugs, making him feel disgusted.

"Ah, thank you Professor Sprout for sponsoring the magic plant." Owen patted his ears and sighed in his heart. Although Professor Sprout had no idea about this, it did not prevent Owen from being grateful, huh

, this is polite.

Owen looked down at the ground that was gradually returning to silence. He did not think that the gadgets he had arranged could kill Quirrell, and his purpose was not to kill people here. Even if Quirrell lost his hand in the sudden attack, there was still

Voldemort knows the truth.

Sure enough, with the flash of several magic spells, Owen faintly saw a figure staggering out of the devil's net and running quickly towards the end of the room. The raging devil's net followed the figure like a surging wave.

Behind him, countless vines are like a swarm of intertwined snakes, entangled in the prey that is so close.

Owen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, then chased after him against the ceiling, arriving at the other end of the room almost at the same time, where there was a tightly closed black door.

Quirrell released a blazing fire net, forcing the surrounding devil nets back to the corner. The flames also illuminated the surroundings, reflecting swaying and dancing strange shadows on the wall. Owen slowly fell from the sky, light and

Elegantly suspended only half a meter above the ground, the figure wearing a black cloak and top hat could not be illuminated by the firelight, making it look even more eerie and dangerous.

"Clear water like a spring." Owen pointed his wand at several "nepenthes" on the ground that were reddened and swollen by the fire. A stream of water washed over these magical plants, causing them to escape from the impending explosion.

The state became sluggish.

He made a "please" gesture to Quirrell, watched as the other person carefully touched the doorknob, and then twisted it.

Owen smiled brightly and shot out several bright white blades with his backhand, cutting the incoming poisonous stinger vines into more than a dozen pieces, bouncing on the ground like a snake.

Quirrell opened his eyes, and the expression on his face became cold and indifferent, as well as deeply disappointed and impatient. Obviously, he was now Voldemort.

"Wait a minute." Quirrell, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said with a stinking face. He waved his wand vigorously, and a bunch of silver rope appeared out of thin air, tied around the waists of Owen and himself, and connected the two people not far or near.

After connecting, he forced out a reluctant and ugly smile and said: "Prevent them from getting separated."

"Wait a minute, could it be that the people from the Aether Society did something?" He suddenly slapped his forehead, "There is something I forgot to tell you. Hagrid talked to me again this morning very enthusiastically about him and the three of them.

The story of the alpha dog, but our conversation was overheard by a certain guy. We failed to catch the eavesdropper. I think he is most likely a person from the Aether Society. If nothing else, they should do the same tonight.

Take action."

"Tsk, tsk, it's just a little prank..." Owen listened to the other party's screams and smiled mischievously.

While Owen was wandering around boredly, Quirrell's voice came from the other side, and then turned into a painful scream.

Do you want to know more about Brays' fully automatic facial slapping machine?

The dagger appeared in such an unexpected position and so quickly that it caught people off guard. Quirrell didn't even have time to turn his head or cast a spell, and watched helplessly as the dagger approached his eyes in an instant.

"Thousands of Sharp Blades." Owen calmly used the magic spell to open the way, cut off bunches of water plants, and approached the door.

"How can it be so easy to pass the levels set by the professors at Hogwarts with violence?" Quirrell warned in a hoarse voice, "Remember, abide by the rules here!"

Driven by a desire for destruction that filled his heart, Li Huo obediently but violently swallowed the last few mandrakes into his belly. Owen suddenly took off his earplugs, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising, quite reluctantly.

Extinguished the fierce fire that had begun to rage everywhere.

Looking down at the vines with spikes, Owen clicked his tongue and said, "I didn't expect there are poisonous tentacles. Professor, have you been bitten? Its toxin is deadly, and I didn't bring an antidote."

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In a sudden muffled sound, a silver dagger suddenly popped out of the ordinary-looking door. The back end of the dagger was connected to a spring frame, and was pushed by the power of the spring. It struck with lightning speed.

Stab Quirrell hard in the head.

Unicorn blood, let me see how much you still have... Owen looked away casually and looked at the locked door. He reached out and pulled the door handle, but the door was locked tightly, and a faintly glowing handwriting came from

A message appears on the door: Only by finding the key can we move forward.

"Try to see if you can destroy it violently." Owen said innocently, and then called his black devil guards to pass through the door in front, but the illusory black devil guards could not get through, and just fought helplessly outside the door.

Turn around.

"Okay, let's look for the key." Owen pointed in the direction casually, "I'll look for it this way."

Quirrell in front suddenly emitted a bright light, which actually illuminated the dark lake water, allowing Owen to barely see the scene underneath the lake. This small lake was not big, and there were dense aquatic plants growing underneath, and they were swaying.

Sweeping towards the two of them.

He waved his wand to cut off the water plants around him that wanted to wrap around his body, or swing them to the side. When he could see the underwater scene clearly, many of the small traps Owen had laid out were of no use, and he could only follow Quirrell.

Bypassing the area with dense water plants, we soon arrived near the door.

The closed door slowly opened, and more humid and cold air overflowed from the door. The cold moisture made people feel like they were in ice water.

"Thousands of Sharp Blades!"

"What are you going to do?" Quirrell shouted unbearably. This little wizard was an unscrupulous madman, and he was indeed right.

At the critical moment, the wand in his right hand suddenly waved very quickly, and the invisible spell instantly hit the spring frame behind the dagger, shattering it into pieces. The incoming dagger was deflected by the blow, and fell sideways.

It flew into the water plants at the bottom of the lake and was no longer visible.

He turned around and searched in the direction he chose, showing a successful smile while turning his back to Quirrell. In fact, this door was arranged by Owen, although he put a lot of effort into setting up anti-lock spells and

The indestructible curse is definitely not as good as the work of the professors. If Quirrell or Voldemort really tried to violently open the lock, they would probably break the door directly, not to mention the subsequent levels where Owen was fooled in order to meet the deadline.

Things...ahem.

This black magic is not only very useful against people, but it is also many times more powerful than the Dismemberment Curse when used to cut other things. Anyway, Owen is becoming more and more fond of this kind of black magic driven by negative emotions, as Voldemort said,

There is no lack of malice in his heart, and he even has a very smooth and consistent feeling in the process of using black magic, which is easier to release and control than ordinary magic spells.

He walked quickly to the door, inserted the key into the door lock, and turned the door lock with a "click".

"I finally turned the lake water black, and it was cracked just like that." Owen squinted at the surroundings through the soft light, "Magic that I have never seen before... I still don't have enough knowledge."

puff--

At this time, the door in front suddenly opened, and the water pressure pushed Owen, who was not far away, in the direction of the door. Voldemort, who was floating by the door with an indifferent expression, was not affected at all, and even turned away gracefully.

Her body made way for him, and she watched Owen with a half-smile as he plunged into the door.

Quirrell had a gloomy face and didn't want to pay attention to Owen's obviously gloating ridicule. He looked at the scars on his body and his expression became even more ugly.

Quirrell took out a small glass bottle filled with silver-white liquid from his pocket with a cold face, and poured it into his mouth expressionlessly. The effect was immediate, and the purple scars on his body that were bitten by the poisonous tentacles quickly recovered as before.

His blue face looked much better.

Without any communication, the two people tacitly pointed their wands at the mandrakes that were still crying loudly. Although magic plants also have a certain degree of magic resistance, the best way to deal with the plants is undoubtedly to burn them.

The two came to the next room. There was only a large lake like a swimming pool in this room. The slightly rippling water in the lake showed a thick ink-like black color, which looked ominous and dangerous. The room was surrounded by black stones, and there was no way to see the passage.

The door to the next room.

Owen leaned over and asked with a caring look: "Professor Quirrell, are you injured again?"

Quirrell frowned tightly, not sure whether it was out of inner vigilance and caution, or because of the severe pain that continued in his hand. His expression changed again and again, and then showed a look of clarity.

Then Quirrell looked at him with even more vigilance, and even tightened his grip on the wand in his hand.

Owen followed the pouring water column and fell into a square empty room. Black water poured into the room, quickly covering the ground and submerging to his ankles. He just got up and read to himself

He cast a cleaning spell and watched another figure float in leisurely along the door, his body clean.

But the way he stared at Owen looked like he wanted him to die under the water quickly... If it weren't for his master's order, he wouldn't be too lazy to protect him.

Speaking of which, Owen just arranged it casually, and he didn't expect that this guy would really fall into the trap. After all, the wizard had many ways to get the key without touching the golden bark tree.

The golden bark tree from the Muggle world is not a magical plant. Few wizards know about it, but it can bring people an unforgettable stimulating experience. It is said that it is more effective when used to wipe buttocks...

A beam of fire hit the door, and then bounced to the wall on the other side, setting off a violent explosion. The fire and the shock wave swept away everything around it, and almost affected Quirrell.

"The Aether Society may not take action tonight, and after tonight, Dumbledore will be prepared, and it will be difficult to get the Sorcerer's Stone." Quirrell rejected Owen's proposal as expected, "These levels

You can't stop me, I will get the magic stone for my master tonight no matter what!"

Owen directly released the fierce fire, and the coquettish purple flames circled in the dark room, greedily devouring the screaming mandrakes, and also burned many devil's nets. The flames began to spontaneously condense into a raging fire.

The shape of the phoenix is ​​hot, violent, gorgeous, dangerous, yet breathtakingly beautiful.

"It seems we have to go into the water." Owen nodded noncommittally, looking down at the dark black lake, "It's not easy to find the door to the next level in the water."

Therefore, Owen wanted to demonstrate first and tell them that violent clearance was not feasible. His behavior became a powerful psychological suggestion, making Quirrell willingly bind himself to the rules set by Owen.

"Show me the way." He whispered a spell, then watched his wand turn in his hand, pointing diagonally in a direction in the water, "Huh? It seems that the door is not difficult to find. But it's not

What good news? If the test of this level is not finding the way, it will be the danger on the way."

"Professor Quirrell, you don't look good." Owen said quietly. He glanced at the wound on the other party's body that had begun to swell and turn purple, and then directed the black devil guard on his body to float away from his body.

Body.

Obviously, neither Quirrell nor Voldemort looked down upon or understood the plants in the Muggle world. After discovering that it was not a magical plant with magical powers, they ignored it and suffered a severe loss.

A green vine lurked silently behind Owen, viciously opening its densely packed fang-like black spikes, and suddenly shot towards his neck, like a vine that had been preparing for a long time before suddenly launching a sneak attack.

of poisonous snakes.

"Found it! Haha...ahhh!"

The two stopped talking nonsense and jumped directly into the water. The pitch-black lake water was freezing cold, and there was no trace of light in the water.

Owen put the Black Devil Guard on his body, letting its own coldness neutralize the coldness of the lake. He didn't feel cold when he was in the water. He allowed the Black Devil Guard to swim with his body in the lake.

Look, this guy can not only fly in the sky, but also swim in the water. It is really a good helper for home travel and killing people.

"It seems that the exit is in the water?" Owen tilted his head, and then said solemnly, "Professor Quirrell, the levels here are completely different from what you said before. Is there something wrong?"

"The people from the Aether Society don't have the ability to affect the levels here." He said bitterly, "It was Dumbledore who secretly changed the layout of this place without telling me! It must be Harry Potter who put his influence on me

I told Dumbledore my suspicions... I should have found a way to kill the troublesome guy earlier!"

"Don't you need us to look for the key here?" He said softly, pointed at the door lock with his wand and said: "Open the Alaho hole."

Quirrell couldn't figure it out why the Dark Lord always showed extraordinary appreciation and even... care for this little wizard who had disobeyed him many times. Could it be just because of his talent, background, and the determination he had made?

A little credit? He obviously paid more for his master! It's really...enviable and jealous.

Owen: Hey, your reaction makes me look like a pervert...

Quirrell was holding his own hands, jumping around and wailing, holding a big bronze key tightly in his hands. Even though he was howling in pain, he did not let go. He was indeed a ruthless person. There was a tree in front of him that looked like

Ordinary wilted green

The plant was inconspicuous among the many ordinary plants planted in this room. The plant's not-thick stem was broken, and its dense heart-shaped leaves were tilted to the side. Apparently, he just pushed aside the branches and leaves of the plant to get it.

Got the key.

"Follow me, don't get in the way by going crazy in the water, otherwise you will know the consequences." Quirrell warned, his eyes full of impatience and distrust.

The door lock didn't move at all.

"I'm not a madman, you can rest assured." Owen raised his eyebrows. This guy seemed to have some misunderstanding about him. He casually pulled off the rope tied to his body and smiled gently.

He looked at Quirrell with great interest. He looked very embarrassed. His already weak and pale face was an ugly bluish-white color, and he looked like a dead corpse. The black robe on his body turned into tatters.

It was a hole-in-the-wall suit, and there were several hideous long and thin wounds on the skin at the holes, which looked like they had been struck by a barbed whip.

The word "again" deeply touched Quirrell's heart. Looking at Owen's unharmed appearance and clean and tidy appearance, he bit his lip with tears in his eyes and forced himself to hold back the feeling that his hands were being stabbed by countless...

Feeling the pain of the wasp sting, he shook his head fiercely and said: "Let's go!"

Owen showed a bright smile, suddenly took a few steps away, pointed at the door and said: "Thunderbolt explosion!"

"I hope you can understand the principle of gaining wisdom from every hardship."

Your brain is so good that you don’t need my guidance... Owen blinked and said with a deep smile: "Then should we exit first and wait until we understand the levels here before coming in, or follow the Aether Society

Will the fishermen benefit from the death?"

"Then I'll set off now." Owen said with a faint smile, "Wish us good luck." With that, he recited a head-soaking spell to himself and prepared to jump into the water.

It was a square door stuck vertically on the black stone wall. There was no door lock, only a curved door handle. The door was surrounded by wildly dancing water plants, swaying like endlessly entangled water snakes.

"Professor." Owen put his hand on his chest and bowed elegantly and respectfully.

"It seems that when it comes to protecting important items, even the weak Dumbledore knows how to be ruthless." Voldemort just glanced at him and whispered thoughtfully. He raised his hand, which was still in pain, to look at it.

He glanced at it, then played with the wand with both hands nonchalantly, and slowly walked towards the door on the other side.

Well, this guy is not afraid of pain at all.

Owen followed silently, the smile on his face getting deeper.

The plan... went well!

(End of chapter)